A pacifist raising a gun nut

I am not a gun guy. 
I don’t shoot. I don’t hunt. And the thought of killing an animal creeps me out.
Please note, however, that none of this is to say that I am opposed to guns or hunting. 
I firmly advocate the individual liberties guaranteed by the Bill of Rights, including the right to keep and bear arms as secured by the Second Amendment.
I also believe that the Supreme Court did the right thing last year when it confirmed that the Second Amendment represents an individual, fundamental right that renders unconstitutional any law that prohibits keeping a gun in your home for personal protection.
I am also one hundred percent a gluttonous carnivore. 
And I don’t believe it is any more wrong to shoot a wild animal for food than it is to eat steak, bacon, or giblets from an animal that was slaughtered at the nearest meat packing factory.
In fact, the deer population is out of control. Deer is the animal responsible for more human deaths than any other animal on Earth due to motor vehicle fatalities, and man is its only surviving predator in these parts.
Despite the personal qualms I and many others may have about shooting a deer personally, it’s got to be done. 
It’s just that, as I wittily tell my good buddies Doug and Norm – both serious outdoorsman, hunting, gun nut types – I like my meat “pre-killed by professionals, and put on display in celo-wrap at my local grocery store.”
As for carrying a weapon myself, I am concerned that if I were to be placed in a situation where I was holding a gun on someone who wanted to kill me, they could take it out of my shaking hand and use it on me before I could muster the gumption to shoot them first.
I don’t know if this is true, and I hope I never have to find out.
No, firearms are just not a passion of mine. Motorcycles, sports, history, and the law: Yes. Guns:  nope.
But fate has dealt me a wild card. My 14-year-old son, Kohl, beloved as he is, is firmly on the path of a gun nut in the making.
Make no mistake, a better kid you will not find, in terms of behavior, maturity, respect, and responsibility. But, through his lifelong association with several friends whose families love to hunt, shoot, and partake of the outdoorsy life, he has developed an affinity for the same.
And so those readers who would think my home is an easy mark, be warned. We do have a gun nut in the household.
Doug and Norm think it’s great. The son of the philosophical, soft-hearted, pacifist is a gun nut.
Hey, I’m good with it.
If firearms are among Kohl’s passions, then enjoy that passion with unwavering respect for the rules of safety, the rules of the household, and the rule of law. 
So far, Kohl’s observance of this mandate has been wholly what we would hope for and expect of him.
And be glad, once again, that you are an American, where our nation’s forefathers saw fit to ensure your right to partake of such a passion through the guarantee of the Second Amendment to our Constitution.
It is among our precious, fundamental rights.
And you enjoy it, my son.